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By degrees both find some reason for what they wished to do, they think themselves idiots to lose the time which will never return in that fashion, and so good-bye, and there you are! That is how Josine Cadenette and that great idiot Servance separated."
The head being now dressed, the rest was soon done; the cravat alone took time, owing to the many failures that occurred; but Morgan concluded the difficult task with an experienced hand, and as eleven o'clock was striking he was ready to start. Cadenette had not forgotten his errand; a hackney-coach was at the door. Morgan jumped into it, calling out: "Rue du Bac, No. 60."
Ah! if Venus had seen you, it's not of Adonis that Mars would have been jealous!" And Cadenette, now at the end of his labors and satisfied with the result, presented a hand-mirror to Morgan, who examined himself complacently. "Come, come!" he said to the wig-maker, "you are certainly an artist, my dear fellow!
"What, Monsieur le Baron?" said Cadenette, all the while getting ready to dress his client's hair; "you ask me that? You, an aristocrat!" "Hush, Cadenette!" "Monsieur le Baron, we ci-devants can say that to each other." "So you are a ci-devant?" "To the core! In what style shall I dress M. le Baron's hair?" "Dog's ears, and tied up behind." "With a dash of powder?" "Two, if you like, Cadenette."
It is true, to avoid the accidents that were liable to crop up among hotheads like ourselves, our swords were usually of wood; but at any rate, if they were not the actual thing, they were very good imitations. Yes, Monsieur le Baron," continued Cadenette with a sigh, "those days were the good days, not only for the wig-makers, but for all France.
"M. Rousseau and citizen Talma: Monsieur Rousseau who said that absurdity, 'We must return to Nature, and citizen Talma, who invented the Titus head-dress." "That's true, Cadenette; that's true." "When the Directory came in there was a moment's hope. M. Barras never gave up powder, and citizen Moulins stuck to his queue.
Well, Monsieur le Baron, two men alone overthrew the scaffolding of a power that rested on the wigs of Louis XIV., the puffs of the Regency, the frizettes of Louis-XV., and the cushions of Marie Antoinette." "And those two men, those levellers, those two revolutionaries, who were they, Cadenette? that I may doom them, so far as it lies in my power, to public execration."
"Why," cried Morgan, laughing; "so you are still a royalist, Cadenette?" The wig-maker laid his hand tragically on his heart. "Monsieur le Baron," said he, "it is not only a matter of conscience, but a matter of state." "Conscience, I can understand that, Master Cadenette, but state! What the devil has the honorable guild of wigmakers to do with politics?"
With which Cadenette sighed again, slipped Morgan's crown in his pocket, made the reverential bow of wig-makers and dancing-masters, and left the young man to complete his toilet.
"Yes, citizen," replied the waiter, "he came, but you had not yet returned, so he left word that he'd come back. Some one knocked just as you rang; it's probably " "Here, here," cried a voice on the stairs. "Ah! bravo," exclaimed Morgan. "Come in, Master Cadenette; you must make a sort of Adonis of me." "That won't be difficult, Monsieur le Baron," replied the wig-maker.
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